Our cable -- which supplies our phone, Internet and TV service -- is out. HOW DRAMATIC WAS THE SCENE AT OUR HOUSE LAST NIGHT, DO YOU THINK?
I was basically in the fetal position, Internet.
And that was before I discovered the four-inch scrape on our beloved 42-inch flat-screen TV from where it recently came into contact with a light saber.
THAT'S RIGHT, A LIGHT SABER.
To the boys' credit, they stood strong as a unit, none of them willing to give any of the others up for committing the Crime of the Century.
But between the light-saber/scrape discovery and our cable outage, my heart may not make it through the weekend.
Pray for me.
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